Ask Padawan Adventure to Gravlex Med

[Shaw Amaris]

This was a first for Shaw, and he wasn't sure he was ready for it. This was supposed to be a simple, straightforward mission. Into the launchworks to secure it and back out again. Shaw knew it was supposed to be a piece of ryshcate, otherwise the Jedi Council never would have allowed a group of fresh faced padawans to be at the forefront of the assignment.

So why did Shaw have that nagging feeling that he was going to screw it all up? Absentmindedly he fiddled with the bracelets at his wrist. He couldn't have been prouder of his newest one, a 'boyfriend bracelet' from Prani with the words B O O E D U P spelled out on little round beads. He had talked her into wearing one too, so now he just had to get it made. It was gonna be a lot trickier than that barebones bear tooth hung from a string necklace that he had made.

Time to act like he wasn't worried at all. They would reach the coordinates soon. Shaw swiveled in his seat and jumped up with his usual enthusiasm. Theia was behind the controls of the ship, and Shaw and the other padawans had scattered into whatever seats happened to be vacant. Conversation had been light so far, everyday teenager kinda stuff. Shaw didn't intend to be the one to kill the mood because he had some very good news for them.

"You guys probably think that this is just another run of the mill assignment," he began, throwing an arm over the backrest of his seat. A pat on the back and fulfillment were the usual 'reward' because Jedi weren't in it for 'the reward.' But sometimes it felt nice to be appreciated, to have an incentive other than doing the right thing. They were all teenagers after all. "But if we can pull this off, we'll get to chow down on the meal of a lifetime. Forget that prepackaged food the cafeteria ladies push off on us! I'm talking about a gourmet meal for all the padawans!" He sounded like a salesman making his pitch.

"Promised and prepared by none other than the man. The myth. The legend. The baddest Jedi of them all—" This was where a drumroll would have really come in handy, and yes, that was how Shaw talked about his master when the sephi wasn't around. "—Master Valtiere! You know him as the man that can slice and dice Sith, but he can slice and dice it up in the kitchen too!" A Master Jedi and a Master Chef. Pen and pad in hand, Shaw would add, "We'll be landing soon, so I'll be taking your orders now! Anything you want, he can make it so don't be shy!" @Interdictor @LouJoVi @Narzen @GABA @Zay

ooc: let's try to keep this to 48 hrs if possible. if you're unable to join or have changed your mind about joining nw, just lmk! after we get a few posting rounds in i will tag our Sith opp. so they can hop in whenever/however they want. we will be rolling for initiative once combat starts so it will be a fair fight. thank you all for being willing to be a part of this and thank @Sreeya for the gourmet meal ;p

 

[Zessel]

Zessel watched Shaw give a pre-mission speech, not being able to avoid chuckling when the human talked eagerly about Master Valtiere. Since he had become the Sephi’s Padawan, the other teen would always talk about how the older Jedi was the incredible, amazing and a ton of other adjectives.

The half-Arkanian couldn’t blame Shaw, though. He was lucky for being taught by one of the most successful Jedi out here. The Sephi even had an entire fan club that met every week to talk about his past missions like they were stories. How did Zessel know it? He had made some sweets for these meetings, receiving some credits in exchange. Not because he participated in one of the meetings. He never did it.

Never ever.

“I want a lasagna!” he said the name of his favorite food, with a hand raised. Since Shaw was taking orders, Zessel would obviously say what he wanted. “Maybe I could make a special dessert for us to eat after our victory dinner!” he offered, not missing a chance to use his talent with baking.

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[Syr Bors]

Bors looked up at the question and stepped forward with a raised hand. "Oooh, would roasted heart-tail poppers be an option? I would give my blade for a large plate of those! If not, some Jer-weevil's would work as well, provided there is enough for my large belly...oooh, better yet, some apple slugs!"

Oblivious to the any discomfort from his order, Bors turned around to get resettled into his corner. It was a difficult process. These Jedi shuttles were clearly designed for much smaller species in mind, so the Giant Pango's head literally tapped against the ceiling in places. And sitting on an actual chair? That was a lost cause. Thankfully, Bors was able to secure some straps to a piece of the wall section.

Bors' mechanical knowledge was part of the reason he was told to come along after all. Being raised on a space ship before helping start a colony on the once Killik-claimed world of Rago led to the development of mechanical skills. The other part was because of Bors' size. There was no denying the fact, Bors was big and strong. Sure, not graceful, but who needed grace when your blade was bigger than most humans?

"Have you ever tried apple slugs in your cooking Zess?" Bors asked the padawan who mentioned cooking a dessert. "They are the sweetest things if cooked right, and ridiculously juicy. Like, juicy beyond description!" Bors described with his eyes closed as he held up a clawed hand.

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[Caul]

Caul yawned and stretched as he sat up from his makeshift bed on the transport heading for Gravlex Med. Another day, another adventure. This time he was lucky enough to be back on a mission with Shaw and Zessel. Shaw had received a Master and wasn’t around as much as he had been which was a bummer. It also didn’t help that Caul was more than a little jealous. He’d begged the force for a master, but he was never selected.

His alarm went off and he silenced it. He hadn’t been able to get the power nap he’d hoped for and his mind was way too restless to meditate, so instead he’d spent the majority of the trip training with an H-marksman remote, and reading up on their destination. The planet was known for having an elevated level of gravity and Caul wondered how hard it would be to move on the planet, or if it would just feel like he was a little heavier.

Making his way toward the viewports in the ship, he spotted Shaw and just in time as it turned out because the homie started the mission brief at about the same time. Caul already had his meal picked. He’d been eating veggies on Takodana for so long that if he saw another leafy green he was gonna throw up. He wanted meat, he wanted steak, he wanted Chandrillian Bagyu. The thought alone made his mouth water. When Shaw mentioned who would be making said meal Caul nearly shit himself.

“YOUR MASTER?” he blurted. Caul was full on fangirling right now, of all the Jedi in the Order Sevrin was the absolute most badass of the bunch. He was basically a living legend, Caul pulled it together and very nonchalantly asked, “We, uh, we gonna be able to meet, Master Valtiere?”

When Zessel placed his order and Caul teased, “You gotta think bigger buddy, we can get lasagna anytime, hard yes to you making dessert though.”

As Syr relayed his order Caul did his best to not to react, but he for sure did. Apple slugs? Tail puss poppers? Bruh.

“I’d like a medium rare Chandrillian Bagyu steak, side of asparagus, and mashed potatoes, please!”

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[Myla Lessi]

Myla slid into a too-stiff seat beside a white-haired boy (@LouJoVi ) and frowned slightly as she rolled her shoulders. This chair was bad even by GAR standards, and they weren't exactly renowned for crew comfort. Refocusing back on Shaw, she listened as he briefed them on the mission. It sounded more like a pep talk given to a bunch of office workers: 'Do well and you get food!' And everyone's reaction to the name 'Master Valtiere' raised even more questions. Who was this guy? Why did everyone seem to know him except her?

The Mirialan sighed as people around her began to give their requests. One in particular, given by the scaly, bulky humanoid, almost caused her to gag. When everyone else was done, she realized that, so far, the most important part of any briefing was missing. Slowly she raised her hand, leaving the other in her lap. "Um…" It came out softer than she wanted, and she tried again, wrestling with her nerves. "There is a plan of some sort, right? We aren't just running headlong into this battle without a plan?" She tried to think back to the last time she had done something like that. Not since Geonosis. She shuddered and pushed back a tear, remembering going over the casualty reports for that battle, trying to place a face to the name. She'd found it too hard and given up, not wanting to imagine any of the clones dead. The ones she talked with, laughed with. Pushing the memories out of her mind, she listened for the answer.
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[Theia Durand]

If Theia had known how this party was going to go, she never would have volunteered to help fly the ship and go with Shaw and the others. She was still stewing over everything that happened that evening, even when she had gotten everyone pizza! Her dress was ruined, it took days to wash the lake smell out of her hair, and she still felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment and anger when she looked at pretty much anyone here. The teen should have told Shaw to find someone else, but she also thought this could be a good time to make things up for whatever it was she did wrong. The image of Shaw gagging on his pizza still stuck with her, having interpreted the response to disgust, she wanted to show him he was wrong in every thought he had about her.

With her, she brought her pack with necessary supplies, her holopad, and weapon, a borrowed lightsaber. At first she had thought about wearing something to show off more of her curves, but went with what others would call better judgement and wore something a bit more practical and would be okay with getting it dirty. As she piloted, she sat with her EZpods in, pretending she wasn't listening to everyone, but really was as she glared at Bors for giving his food recommendations.

Having a gourmet meal cooked by Master Sevrin would be like heaven, she absolutely hated the food at the temple, and lacked any real cooking skills to make her own foods. Though she did know, she would ask for grilled burra fish and wild rices from Tanaab, but to start, having some caviar and various cheeses from Chandrila, and Thyferra fruits. Then of course dessert would include a dewberry sorbet with chocolate shavings to top it. Of course, thinking about what the hell is an apple slug killed that appetite. She checked the chrono as everyone came up with the blandest meal options, except one padawan girl who she had never met, asked about their mission. She seemed absolutely... no, everyone was probably absolutely useless.

Why....did I agree to this again?

Theia questioned herself and turned her attention back to the navigational computer to check their reentry coordinates.

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[Shaw Amaris]

The dinner requests were as diverse as the padawans crowded into the cockpit. There was gonna be a lot of variety on this menu. Shaw jotted down each request, even the ones that he wasn't sure how to spell—like jer-weevils—and the ones that he didn't think sounded the least bit appetizing—like roasted heart-tail poppers and apple slugs. The juicy description did nothing to lend to it. Caul's and Zessel's orders Shaw could get behind. Being a vegetarian, Shaw wasn't sure whether Master Valtiere actually knew how to cook steaks. Was that something he should have mentioned earlier? The teenager scratched his head. Naaah. It would work itself out. Right?

"Yeah, man!" he grinned in response to Caul's question. If the sephi was going to cook lunch for the entire cafeteria there would probably be plenty of opportunities to chat him up. That was half the appeal after all, getting to meet the man behind the meal! Master Valtiere was a megastar amongst the padawans. "You're gonna love him."

Myla and Theia were the only two that hadn't submitted an order yet. Theia had had her earphones in the whole trip and probably hadn't heard him. It was cool. Shaw could get their orders later. After he apologized to Theia for totally bailing on her back at the cookout. Shaw had cooked up more crow for himself than he ever had burgers that night. Myla, on the other hand, just wanted to hear about the plan.

The plan? Of course there was a plan. Did she really think he would drag all of them out here without a plan? "Kick butt and take names!" That wasn't the plan. That was a joke. But it sounded way cooler than the actual plan. "I assume you all read the file I sent your way?" Shaw would fill them in on the plan plan once they landed and unboarded.

First a couple of housekeeping issues. "Whoever clogged the refresher—I ain't covering for you." Now for the lighter side. "If you feel a little heavier than normal when we step off ship, don't freak out! I'm told that's normal. Gravlex Med's got above average gravity. It's supposed to be pressurized inside the launchworks." Or at least it would be after a little maintenance on their end.

"Oh and a word to the wise? I heard these guys," he began, referring to the native anx, "Don't like to wear clothes, sooo yeaaaah. Do with that what you will. Might want to keep your eyes to yourself." Just on the off chance that they happened to spot one before entering the launchworks. He doubted it, but he didn't want to be responsible for scarring any of the other teenagers if they happened to see an anx strutting around in the nude.

The transport set down, and the boarding ramp lowered with a hiss. Everyone should have their lightsabers and a flashlight or something like that. Shaw was the first one off, waiting at the bottom for the rest of them to file off. Maybe he could catch Theia and say sorry before they went inside. @Interdictor @LouJoVi @Narzen @GABA @Zay

 

[Syr Bors]

Ignorant of any ill-will towards him due to his meal orders, Bors laughed hardily at Shaw's explanation of the 'plan'.

"Ah, like the Jedi of old! Flying by the tails on our rears, and making it up as we go. I love it!"

As Shaw further explained the housekeeping items, Bors nodded in agreement. A heavier gravity would be discomfortable, but not unbearable for himself. No doubt, all of his strength was going to be used on this trip, and he was going to be beyond sore afterwards.

At the talk about the natives, Bors suddenly glanced down at himself. Wearing nothing but a belt for his lightsaber and a few ransack mechanic tools, the Giant Pango began to worry. Was he supposed to be wearing clothes? By the force, was he not supposed to be walking around like this his entire time with all the other Jedi? Why didn't anyone say anything?!? The Wookiees didn't wear anything so he thought it was right he did as the other Giant Pangos did back home! But Wookiees were hairy too, so maybe that didn't count. But these Jedi couldn't see his reproductive organs neither so maybe...or could they? Bors' face paled as he held up his hands and gripped his long nose in a creeping panic.

First thing when we get back, get some robes... Bors mentally told himself as he unstrapped himself from the wall. But then again...robes don't work well with tails, and my scales will tear them up! Oh blast...maybe I can rig something together? A codpiece? Do Jedi wear those? I've seen recordings of shoulder pads... Hmmm, a codpiece actually would be a good armor to have in battle and, ach, focus Bors!

Bors was quick to waddle off the ship, wanting to keep the other Jedi to his backside on the off chance they could see more than they desired. Each thudding step shook the ramp slightly, but Bors didn't seem to care. With his unpowered heavy weapon in hand, he looked around.

"So, uh..." Bors struggled for words that did not relate to what he was truly thinking. "Who is going to bet they are going to take down the most criminals in the launchworks? Or does everyone else really think its actually empty?"

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[Zessel]

Zessel analyzed the rest of the Padawan that were going to participate in the mission. He recognized Caul, Bors and Theia, but had no idea who the Mirialan girl was. She seemed confused and the half-Arkanian wondered why. Was she trying to think what type of food she wanted to request? This was an important question, since Master Valtiere never cooked for a group of Padawan before. At least he never heard it.

Bors asking for bugs to be cooked didn’t surprise the Padawan. He already expected that after the Pango brought a box full of beetles to the party. The half-Arkanian stared at him with a look that could only be described as ‘are you serious’. “No? I’m not into insectophagia, dude.” he said, feeling disgusted with the simple thought of adding slugs to his cakes. "I think that I'm not capable of even digesting that stuff."

Caul’s reaction to Master Valtiere being mentioned made Zessel smirk. “Bro, you are fanboying.” he whispered to his friend. “Are you going to join his fanclub? I heard that they are going to have a meeting next week.” he wondered if the human would really join that type of group.

With the debriefing finished, the group walked toward the exit of the ship. Zessel didn’t know yet how to react to the fact that the Anx were walking around in the nude. They ended up going to visit a world full of nudists. He never expected that Gravlex Med would be it. The half-Arkanian thought that this stuff only happened in Zeltros.

While he walked down after Shaw, Zessel stared at his feet. He wasn’t in a mood to see a bunch of naked reptiles. The naked Pango was already enough for him to deal with.

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[Theia Durand]

Theia did read the file, and she did read up everything she could find on Gravlex Med and their species, Anx. An eyebrow quirked when Shaw seemed a little too lax on the issue of the planet's gravity. It was going to be a pain to move around, let alone breath. She hoped they didn't run into too much trouble and wouldn't be surprised if one of them collapsed from exhaustion. Probably the big one first, Scales, would struggle the most if he wasn't used to high gravity.

"The Anx?" Theia spoke up finally, her tone just a tad more sharper than usual, "Don't be species-ist, they wear clothing and if they were nude, why are you concerned? Feeling incompetent? We should be more concerned about the syndicate. The Anx can communicate in a way we will never hear or know, and they are super good at finding weaknesses in species, not sure how they do it, but they know how to." Theia explained. Her fingers danced along the console as she pulled the ship out of hyperdrive, the stars slowing back to the stillness and the world of Gravlex was before them. She admired for the moment, space itself before taking the ship down to their rendezvous point.

As soon as the ship's pressurized system wound down, everyone would feel a bit...closer to the ground and movements seemed to take more effort. Theia thought she would be prepared but it was still a shock as she closed her eyes briefly to breath in slowly and exhaling with the beat of the Force. She would need its guidance in keeping herself afloat until they could get inside and get the place running. "Lets get the grav generators going." she said quietly, walking right past Shaw, not even making eye contact.

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[Caul]

Caul gave Zessel (@LouJoVi) a look, “Uh, yeah, he’s only one of the most badass Jedi heroes in recent history, it’d be like you meeting what’s her face, Linda Lycredit or whatever.”

As the debriefing started Caul’s smile began to wane. When Shaw (@throwitintothefire) stopped talking he blinked, where was the plan? He hadn’t mentioned a plan. Then Syr (@Narzen) basically said what he was thinking, but way nicer. So, they were really just waltzing right into a supposedly abandoned factory that may or may not be wildly dangerous. Great. Caul felt a pang of sympathy for the new girl (@Interdictor), she looked very nervous.

Theia (@GABA) pipped up and Caul cocked an eyebrow in her direction, what was going on with her? The last time they’d seen each other she’d been super nice, but this trip so far she’d been pretty distant. He’d heard the cookout had been pretty wild after he’d left, the second time, but he didn’t know any of the details.

Caul had come prepared for the mission. He was decked out in his new gear. The weight of the blaster on his hip still felt strange, but his acuity with the weapon made up for it. He slid in next to Theia as she brought them in. She was frosty and he wasn’t trying to get his head bit off, so he kept to himself and pretended to check the instrumentation in front of him.

Once the ship was pressurized the weight of Gravlex med was on them. Everystep felt like he was walking with ankle weights on. He tried jumping, it felt identical to jumping on a lift right as it started to rise.

“Oh, this is gonna suck…” he muttered.

He saw Theia heading for the boarding ramp and followed, as he passed Shaw he said, “Ready for another adventure?”

 

[Shaw Amaris]

Shaw just looked around and studied the rest of the group. Between the terrified look on Myla's face, Caul's waning smile, and Theia calling him a sepcies-ist it was just beginning to dawn on Shaw that maybe morale amongst the padawans wasn't so hot. He scratched his head. They hadn't even made it into the launchworks yet! As Theia walked right past him and all he could get out was an unfinished, "Theia, I wanted to a—" it also occurred to him that maybe Theia hadn't just been jamming out to sick beats the entire trip but had been actively ignoring him.

For Caul he would put on his best smile, trying to keep up his usual enthusiasm. "Always." This was supposed to be a simple, straightforward mission. So why did that nagging feeling persist in the pit of his stomach? He buried it down deep. They were about to be among the first souls to step foot in the launchworks in over a hundred years. They needed some hope and some confidence when the literal weight of the world was pulling them down with every step they took. Letting his own fears get to him wasn't going to help anyone.

"First things first," he said as they approached the entrance to the launchworks. "We need to get the power up and running. This place hasn't had power since the Empire abandoned it, but there's a backup generator that should still be operable." It would at least power on the lights and the artificial gravity generator. Then the anx could come in and get things up and running properly for the long term. "We also need to get the launchworks pressurized, so we'll be splitting up to cover more ground more quickly." The sooner they got this gravity mess sorted out the better. By the time they reached the electrical generator just to turn back around and get to the gravity generator they would be exhausted. "Empire installed a gravity generator back when they used this place as their personal dumping ground. Blueprints are in that file I pinged you all." Anx leaders had been very helpful.

Myla, Caul, and Bors would head for the gravity generator. Theia, Zessel, and Shaw would head for the electrical generator. "As soon as the lights come on you'll know you can fire up the gravity generator," Shaw told the first three. "Soooo yeah... Be careful and watch each other's backs. Just in case there are still some syndicate members wandering around. You've all got your lightsabers, right?" That seemed like something he should have asked sooner. He tossed each of them a comlink. "After that we'll regroup and search the place." Better to go actively searching for the enemy all together. If the enemy showed up before then? "Stick together and... may the force be with you."

Shaw would turn back toward the launchworks to lead the way inside, pressing his eyes shut when no one could see, reaching out to the force, and entreating Guide us. @Interdictor @LouJoVi @Narzen @GABA @Zay

 

[Myla Lessi]

Myla followed after Shaw as they neared the launchworks. The extra gravity was annoying, and it felt like someone was making her carry an extremely heavy load on her back. She looked up from the ground when Shaw described the plan. She had already read the file, of course, but the little reminder was helpful. Maybe Shaw did know what he was doing after all.

Her newfound opinion of him was quickly shut down as he asked if they had their lightsabers.

The Mirialan approached the person she was pretty sure was Caul. "...Caul?" She asked quietly, studying him. He had light brown hair that was almost a dirty blond, and his eyes were a similar shade, contrasting with his lighter skin.
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[Syr Bors]

"Find the generator, flip the switch. Sounds simple enough. May the Force be with us all." Bors commented. While he wasn't the best expert in generators, hopefully his decent mechanical knowledge and any other knowledge from the others would be enough to fix any issues on the way. And as for combat...they were Jedi! Surely they could handle whatever they found.

Bors looked at the others he was partnered with. Myla, the female green-skin, had approached Caul, the male pinkish-skin. He couldn't say he knew either of them really well, most of what he seen of them was ust in passing. At first glance, the only thing Bors could easily tell was they were much smaller than himself, with Myla being more than 2 feet lower. But who wasn't smaller than a Giant Pango?

"Come my fellow warriors of light!" Bors said loudly, putting on the appearance of someone much bolder than he actually was while moving towards them. "One of you handle the navigation, and point me which way to go! With us together, I doubt anyone would dare to treat us badly!"

Not to mention if you are in front of me, you won't notice my lack of clothing as much...

With the others moving forward, Bors began to move. Already the heavy gravity was starting to take a toll. His massive weight, his scales, his large tail, all these factors made Bors feel like he was fighting the planet itself. After a few paces, Bors gave up all pretenses, holstered his blade, and collapsed onto all fours to crawl forward. Less dignified? Sure, but four limbs on the ground made the gravity a bit easier to bear. If worse came to worse, he supposed he could try to roll into a 'ball' and have the others push him, but that felt a bit too low for an aspiring Jedi.

@Interdictor @LouJoVi @throwitintothefire @GABA @Zay

 

[Zessel]

The effect of the gravity was annoying in Zessel’s opinion. He felt his body being pressed toward the ground and his movements were slow. If he wasn‘t in the middle of a mission, the half-Arkanian would have made a joke about it making him feel like a turtle. However, this problem with movements would be a problem during the mission.

They really needed to activate that gravity generator.

Zessel wasn’t too happy with how they were split in groups. He really loved Shaw like a brother, with the dude being one of his best friends. In another circumstance, the half-Arkanian would never complain about being on his team. It was always fun to work with the human.

However, he wasn’t in the mood to deal with what was happening between Shaw and Theia. The girl was visibly pissed with his friend, she was basically ignoring his existence. The half-Arkanian was annoyed at being the third wheel in that group, since these two were dancing so close to each other in that party. Wait, wasn’t Shaw and Prani becoming a thing? ‘Yikes,there will be drama until the end of this mission.’

And he was conflicted about watching all that happen.

Honestly, Zessel would not interfere in the situation unless they get physical, which he doubted would happen. Shaw would never do that, but Theia was the type that would do it.

After Shaw explained what they were going to do, Zessel followed his friend toward the electrical generator, paying close attention to his surroundings. Not only because of any enemy that could appear, but also getting ready when Theia and Shaw decided to solve their problems.

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[Caul]

Shaw replied to his question with a smile, Caul dapped the homie up, “Good, let’s get it.”

Before he knew it, his boots were hitting the ground. The group had split, he was with Syr and Myla, two padawans he didn’t know, maybe Shaw was pissed about the other night? Meh, whatever, huh? Caul came to a sudden stop, he wasn’t sure when she’d done it, but Myla had appeared out of nowhere and nearly scared the force right out of him, thankfully he was predisposition to sudden spikes of terror and managed to respond with relative normalcy, “Uh, yes?”

At about the same time, Syr decided to yell, internally Caul wanted to die.

“Yo, chill out man!” he snapped at the yelling Pango, “We’re on a mission dude, let’s not draw unwanted attention.”

Caul pulled out his Ezphone and opened the info Shaw sent. A few moments later while they were walking, he turned to Myla, “Sorry, you were gonna ask me something?”

@Interdictor @LouJoVi @throwitintothefire @GABA @Narzen

 

[Theia Durand]

The groups were divided and Theia wasn't sure if she lucked out being with Shaw and Zes or if there was no real winning group and therefore this would be the least sufferable group to attend. Regardless, she stepped quietly behind the other two padawans as Shaw used the Force to guide them on their path to the generator. Her body was already working hard against the gravity, sweat beading across her brow and as much as she tried to ignore it, was finding herself annoyed with any effort she had to give. The girl took in a deep breath, trying to remember her meditations to calm herself and to relax a bit or at least as much as she could being this close to Shaw.

The ebb and flow of the Force washed through her, the storm that brewed in her heart made it difficult to decipher what she was feeling around her. She was certain if any Syndicate members were present, they would have noted the Jedi arrival a while ago and possibly preparing to interfere when they were far enough away from their ship...or hopefully they were not waiting to take their ship. She really hoped someone tried to interfere, she would like a really good reason to swing at someone preferably not either Shaw...or Zes, they were both good looking but if they said something stupid, her patience was certainly dried out. However, to even still admit that Shaw was hot to herself was infuriating to her; she was angry with him and resented any emotions or feelings that went against it.

"Do these blueprints include the floor layouts so we can get to the generators?" she asked, her tone a bit more sharp than she expected as she opened her holopad to scroll through the ones Shaw had gave them earlier.

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[Shaw Amaris]

One last glance over his shoulder to watch Caul, Myla, and Bors walking off in the opposite direction. Shaw didn't like the idea of splitting up, but they needed to get both generators on as soon as possible. This gravity thing was no joke. Maybe it was a normal part of life on Gravlex Med, but there was nothing normal about it for the rest of the teenagers. Shaw was already beginning to work up a sweat. When he hoped Theia and Zessel weren't looking he took a whiff of himself. Just to make sure he had put enough Hatchet Body Spray on this morning. That stuff really was a guy's best friend.

It was dark inside the launchworks. You know, a place that had sat abandoned since sometime after the fall of the old empire. Go figure! "Not gonna lie," Shaw said in a low voice, pulling out the group glowrod. It cast the teenagers and the surrounding area in a warm glow. At least they would be able to see where they were going now. "This place is pretty sketchy." So... empty and quiet. It was eerie.

It was Theia's voice that broke the silence next. "Yeah!" Shaw spoke up. "Last I checked." That made it sound like he hadn't actually looked, didn't it? A simple 'yes' would have sounded way more confident. "I think we should be taking a right up here, down a corridor..." his voice trailed off, glancing over at the holopad that Theia pulled out. Yeaaaah. Double checking him was a solid idea.

Zessel seemed quieter than normal. Not that Shaw could blame the white haired teenager, but he sure was relieved to have his buddy along. Maybe now was the best time to eat crow and try and boost morale. Sure, it was gonna be super awkward for Zessel, but who were they kidding? It was already awkward. Shaw cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck. "Uhhh Theia? I don't know if you heard me earlier or not, but—" Already off to a bad start. Why? Why lead in with that? Why did it matter if she had heard him or not? "I wanted to apologize for bailing on you at the party. That was a really douchey thing to do."

Especially to Theia, who Shaw considered a good friend. He liked Theia a lot. There was also the fact that she had saved the party by ordering pizza for everyone. He had created a real lose lose situation for himself that night. Ditch Theia to apologize to Prani or stay with Theia and not apologize to Prani. He didn't regret apologizing to Prani for a minute, but he did regret bailing on Theia the way he had. A little consideration on his part and the whole horrible evening could have been avoided. "I'm sorry." Now he would have to apologize to Zessel later for making this assignment as awkward as possible. This really was a snowball effect. @LouJoVi @GABA

 

[Theia Durand]

Okay, so it seemed they were on the right path as she looked at her map and then at the passing office numbers as they continued down the hall. Shaw mentioned something about it being sketchy, but Theia disagreed to herself, thinking the place was more of a blight than something suspicious. Regardless, she didn't want to be here and made a mental note about missions like this one, especially with the effort it took to just exist under this gravity. "Yeah, its a right up here, down the corridor and take the fourth door on the left." she informed before putting the holopad away back in her pack.

Though as soon as she put it away, she wished she had not because Shaw found this for a moment to make an apology. These were always more awkward than she liked. Apologies were foreign to her, she didn't often apologize for her own behavior, even growing up it was a struggle. It wasn't to say her mother and uncles didn't instill such a value, it was more stubbornness on her part. A willfulness that complemented her personality.

Talking about the party was still sore for Theia, she was utterly embarrassed when she left, her dress was ruined and even though he bailed on her, he never came back or at least she didn't see him return before she left. "Its fine." she said, though wasn't confident it was exactly fine, just one of those responses to agree and to be able to move on so she wasn't uncomfortable. She had a hard time forgetting how he responded when she tried to tell him what she thought of him, "Don't worry about it." Theia shrugged pretending it didn't bother her as she turned the corner into the next corridor with the others, "Four doors down to the left...." she remined the group, wanting to just move on from the topic.

 

[Caul]

Caul wasn’t sure what was going on with Myla, but they didn’t have time to sit around and talk, besides, a quick glance at Syr’s on all fours told him the gravity was starting to weigh on them. He’d felt it himself, they’d only been walking but a sheen of sweat had settled across his brow. He felt like he was walking through knee deep water. He wouldn't ignore her when she spoke again, but he also wasn’t going to wait around. The sooner they got this thing going the better.

As they walked, Caul pulled out his datapad and started going over the blueprints for the generator. The layout was simple, but the generator itself was way bigger than he’d imagined. In the distance he could see the place. The architecture stank of imperial pragmatism. “I’m starting to get a bad feeling about this…” he muttered, “Be ready for anything guys,” he muttered, stowing his datapad and keeping his hands over his weapons.

Once they reached the building, Caul pulled out the comlink Shaw had given them and pinged him.

“We’ve reached the Gravity generator facility, we’re about to make entry, if we—”

Blaster fire shut him up as he just barely managed to react fast enough to get out of the way. Caul rolled over his right shoulder, pulled his blaster and ran for cover, if anyone was confused about what was happening, he called out, “We’re under attack!”

@Interdictor @Narzen @throwitintothefire